devoured murakami's norwegian woods for the second time, still loving it. the number of post-its say it all
not my favourite amongst his works, but its still good.
funny how the book that escalates a writer to fame is never my favourite. murakami's norwegian wood, coelho's alchemist, picoult's sister's keeper. they are all a decent good read, but not their best in my opinion.

"After a long time of watching the glittering rooftops and the smoke and the red dragonflies and other things, we had felt something warm and close, and we both probably wanted, half-consciously, to preserve that mood in some form. It was that kind of kiss. But as with all kisses, it was not without certain element of danger."
i'm pretty excited that norwegian wood is gonna be up on the big screen, but i'm also very afraid that it will dissapoint. there's really nothing like pyhsically reading the book and experiencing the magic.

i think i'm a drifter.
the kind where family and friends and probably lover can never tie me down, they'll just make me wanna come back to a place where i should belong.
but i'm still not ready to trade my freedom.not yet.